Growling quietly, Fred punched the mattress beside him, shifting to face Oliver he stared at him. 'It's morning.' He huffed out a breath and glared at Olly's collarbone for a moment. 'Are you not bothered? That I suddenly said no?' He wasn't sure what he was getting at, all he knew was he felt cranky for some reason and unfortunately for Oliver, he was the person in the firing line.
'You came over for sex right? Now I'm saying no, so you're just going to sleep with me? I don't understand why you'd do that, it isn't what you wanted.' Oliver's arm was still across his waist and Fred's hand pressed against it, but didn't push him away, yet.
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